[Intro]
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up
[Verse 1]
I'm the one that got the presi' flooded
You wear more Chanel than anybody
You the type to get your man indicted
I'm the type to pull up in a Spider
I'm the type to drive a Honda
Put a hundred round clip inside a dirty rifle
It's dirty when it got a homi' on it
Fuck that nigga, put a bounty on him
I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin', noddin' off, nigga
You was gettin' fronted, runnin' off, nigga
I made myself to a boss, nigga
Put a hundred carats in a cross, nigga
Spent two hundred thousand on a cross, nigga
Can't never sleep 'cause it'll cost niggas
They can never see my palms sweatin'
You'd've never seen the hunger in me
I'm so sick and tired of being humble, nigga
This money put a lot of demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me
Fuck that nigga, put a tracker on him
Then we throw a pep rally on him
These commas coming in, these haters coming in
The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in
Baby mama tryna sue again
Bought my little ones Christian Louboutins
Give my nigga commissary in the pen'
Got the federales on a nigga chin
Fuck the Benz, I'ma whip the Spur
Said fuck my Spur and bought my bitch a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghosts
I'm pushing heir' like the N.O.
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up
[Verse 1]
I'm the one that got the presi' flooded
You wear more Chanel than anybody
You the type to get your man indicted
I'm the type to pull up in a Spider
I'm the type to drive a Honda
Put a hundred round clip inside a dirty rifle
It's dirty when it got a homi' on it
Fuck that nigga, put a bounty on him
I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin', noddin' off, nigga
You was gettin' fronted, runnin' off, nigga
I made myself to a boss, nigga
Put a hundred carats in a cross, nigga
Spent two hundred thousand on a cross, nigga
Can't never sleep 'cause it'll cost niggas
They can never see my palms sweatin'
You'd've never seen the hunger in me
I'm so sick and tired of being humble, nigga
This money put a lot of demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me
Fuck that nigga, put a tracker on him
Then we throw a pep rally on him
These commas coming in, these haters coming in
The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in
Baby mama tryna sue again
Bought my little ones Christian Louboutins
Give my nigga commissary in the pen'
Got the federales on a nigga chin
Fuck the Benz, I'ma whip the Spur
Said fuck my Spur and bought my bitch a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghosts
I'm pushing heir' like the N.O.
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